"You see? I told you he wouldn't die."
Faced with Voldemort's joking words, Dumbledore did not give him a pleasant look.
Voldemort shrugged, unconcerned by Dumbledore's coldness, and simply waited quietly.
Before long, the silver phoenix returned, swooping toward Dumbledore and merging into his body.
"Master Flamel has agreed. Can you treat him now?" Dumbledore asked.
"After we finish talking, Albus. There's no rush." Voldemort glanced at Zabini. "Since this child dared to be a brave informer, he should have the courage to face the consequences. It is a test."
Dumbledore shot Voldemort an irritated look and suppressed the anger in his heart. "We'll meet in the first-floor hall, Tom. Let's go."
"Fine. I've been looking forward to this for a long time." Voldemort spoke excitedly, then strode quickly toward the first floor.
Dumbledore continued administering magical treatment to Zabini. Though its effects were limited, it was better than nothing.
He held the child in one arm and raised his wand with the other, following behind Voldemort.
"What do you want to talk to him about? Immortality again?" Dumbledore asked from behind.
"What else?" Voldemort replied without looking back.
"This body of yours probably won't last much longer, will it?" Dumbledore asked again.
Voldemort paused and turned to look at Dumbledore. "Testing me?"
Dumbledore shrugged and said nothing more.
Voldemort curled his lip and continued onward.
"How many Horcruxes do you have?" Dumbledore asked.
"Ninety-nine," Voldemort answered without hesitation.
Dumbledore rolled his eyes and gave up on continuing the conversation.
His student truly could lie the moment he opened his mouth.
"Master Flamel."
The moment Voldemort entered the first-floor hall, he spotted a silver-haired old man with a pale face and a smile.
Of course, he knew this was Nicolas Flamel. He called out warmly and took the initiative to